When Love is No Longer Enough

After my miscarriage, I accidentally overheard Jacob Lopez, my husband, speaking to the doctor.

"Find an opportunity to drug my wife, then remove her uterus. Make sure she can never conceive again."

He then placed his large hand on another woman's belly and instructed, "Give her the best prenatal care plan. I want her child to become the heir of the Lopez family."

I recognized the woman—it was a streamer from Jacob’s company.

I heard him solemnly remind the doctor again, "And make sure my wife recovers well.